but in his hands I melted,
my hair pushed away by his fingers,
and I could feel his hesitation when he reached my earlobes,
the sacred space that is so very intimate
he compensated by travelling down my back
while I pushed myself against the bar
when his hands left me there was no more pain or tightness
just the imprints of his fingertips
and an appreciation for a man I had never wondered about previously.
[oh David!]
funny how one thing can turn you,
and funnier what that one thing wil be.
[a backrub?]
I lingered there in hopes of enticing him to me once more
and I got what I wanted, which made me glad.
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